A winter morning...

Some dew drops rest on sleeping leaves,

shy sunlight washes smoky streets

some bare branches spread out high..

aspiring to touch the sky...

a dreamer walks through unknown paths

of pearly ferns and rosy grass

through hills n vales with clouds I fly

foot set on roads less traveled by...

The road an unknown mystery,

hopes of the day are young,

A lonely winter morning 
holds within the summer sun...

The heart of Delhi...

The curtain...

Ye parda jo hai bhi,

aur phir bhi kuch nahi

hum chhup bhi gaye agar kuch pal ko

gum nahi ho payenge...

dhoop k saath parte pighlengi

phir kaha muh chupayenge...

dhundh ki diwar

bhram hai ya sach pata nahi

par iski taho me

kho kar bhi,

kho na payenge

Like a river

Surkh...

Suraj ko ot me rakhte hain kuch rang

Kuch phool aag samete hue

Muskurate hain to roshni jhalakti hai...

Surkh lal...

Jane pooja ki thaal me sajenge

Ya kisi ke balo me...

Ya shakh pe baithe suraj ke saath dhal jayenge...

Between earth and heaven...

Kaha zamin kaha asman kaha khsitij hai...

Ek chadar hai bhaap ki... bichao, ya odh lo...

A ride through clouds...

Phoenix's flight

Alladin just passed by...

Branching out...

Amaltaas

Tapti dupahri me thandi si aag,

Aur us tapish me sukoon ka ehsaas...

Jaisi milo tak jalte ho ped barish ke intezar me

Sulagte rehte hai bewajah ye Amaltaas...

To the sky

The Rise

The sun rises when it's rays fall...

Under the sun